{Locked from Sophia and Alex}
I know that Abigail says she's never considered me a failure as a father and while that means a lot to me, I still can't help but believe that's not true. Not when Sophia behaves the way she is now. Not when she reveals the depth of her resentment towards me and the life I've tried to give her.
Perhaps you reap what you sough. I thought that I had raised her well, that we had a good relationship. Instead I have an insufferable, spoiled brat for a daughter. What I don't understand is where I went wrong. That is not to say that I believe I am a perfect parent, I know there are things I could have done differently and due to circumstances being what they were I chose not to. But I did do my best. I was there, physically, when at all possible and if I wasn't then I made sure I was otherwise involved. I've never withheld affection or praise-I couldn't do what my parents did to me. She's never wanted for anything materially. Not even now.
And yet she professes to hate me. Hate. She said that. She hates me for what? Having marital problems? My wife and I are trying to work things out, we love each other and want to give it our best effort even if it is difficult. Sophia doesn't want to accept that for whatever reason. And I can't even discuss it with her because she's thrown up this brick wall where I am concerned. She won't answer my phone calls, my emails...I even went over to her apartment the other day and she refused to buzz me in. As perplexing as her behavior is, I suppose I can understand her feelings of loyalty towards Abigail...to some extent. After all, to Sophia, men have always been the enemy. I've just never been included in that.
I don't know that she even cares, but she's hurt me with all of this. Maybe that's her intention, I don't know. Her way of punishing me for the perceived wrongs against her.
Perhaps you reap what you sough. I thought that I had raised her well, that we had a good relationship. Instead I have an insufferable, spoiled brat for a daughter. What I don't understand is where I went wrong. That is not to say that I believe I am a perfect parent, I know there are things I could have done differently and due to circumstances being what they were I chose not to. But I did do my best. I was there, physically, when at all possible and if I wasn't then I made sure I was otherwise involved. I've never withheld affection or praise-I couldn't do what my parents did to me. She's never wanted for anything materially. Not even now.
And yet she professes to hate me. Hate. She said that. She hates me for what? Having marital problems? My wife and I are trying to work things out, we love each other and want to give it our best effort even if it is difficult. Sophia doesn't want to accept that for whatever reason. And I can't even discuss it with her because she's thrown up this brick wall where I am concerned. She won't answer my phone calls, my emails...I even went over to her apartment the other day and she refused to buzz me in. As perplexing as her behavior is, I suppose I can understand her feelings of loyalty towards Abigail...to some extent. After all, to Sophia, men have always been the enemy. I've just never been included in that.
I don't know that she even cares, but she's hurt me with all of this. Maybe that's her intention, I don't know. Her way of punishing me for the perceived wrongs against her.